Exile on Main Street Archive

“We can’t make it without stopping. We need to stop.”
“I know,” I replied.
M knows when I’m replying to acknowledge I’ve heard her, but I’m not really listening. So she followed up: “We need to stop before we get onto the bridge.”
This time I didn’t reply. I hadn’t made up my mind on that yet. I [...]

Earlier, I mentioned that things were accelerating in our home owning adventure. Well, they were — so fast, in fact, that it seemed to us there was hardly even time to write out lists of all the things that needed doing before Closing Day arrived. By now we had staked our financial future and at [...]

With the snow flurries now a freezing rain, I scanned the storefronts on 43rd Street for a five buck umbrella, decided the last thing I needed was another of those flimsy, inside-out-after-the-first-gust pieces of crap, and quickened my stride in the hopes of making the Port Authority Bus Terminal before the rain soaked through. There [...]

A few days after M received the impassioned email from the divorcé selling her colonial in Nyack, we borrowed my brother-in-law’s Jeep, packed Gus into his car seat, and drove north up the Palisades Parkway. It was an unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon in November, and this helped the incorporated village of Nyack to make a [...]

So if you’re so manic about leaving the city for the ‘burbs, why do it? Why not wait until your edgy Brooklyn lease runs out, or search until you find your own 2BR with southern exposure, somewhere on the baby-crazed, sun-dappled lanes of the softer Park Slope? These are good questions, the right ones, and [...]